A/N: Hey everyone ! well , I haven't written a fanfic in a while . I used to have an old sn on fanfiction . I think it was u8mytwix . I have no idea . hahahahaha . well, if some ideas or anything in this story seem similar, it's because I took some ideas from my old stories. So yeah. My other old stories were "Make a Mountain out of a Molehill" & "The Power of Love" . I want to update Molehill , but I am currently trying to find out what my password for that account is (: hahaha . Go me .

Now about the story, the characters might seem out of character to you. I'm gonna tweek their personalities a bit. So don't flame me for that aite? Ok, also, Sirius did not die, Dumbledore did not die and the story starts off at the end of the 6th year. Horacruxes and what not? Forget about them. Harry'll find another way of killing that one fool. So enjoy the story (:

Chapter One ;; Karma

The bell rang, excusing all the students from their final class of the day. Three best friends walked out of their class, all in bright spirits.

"Thank Merlin it's the last day!" Ron Weasley cheered as he and his best friends walked down the staircases.

"How could you say that? I'm going to miss Hogwarts." Hermione said.

"Nerd." Ron coughed. Hermione glared at him, daring him to say it again.

"You two argue so damn much." Harry shook his head.

"It's his fault." She said.

"I didn't even do anything!" Ron exclaimed.

"Let's just get through the last day of school with no incidents. Let's enjoy our last meal of the year together, alright?" Harry walked through the great hall and immediately all the students stopped talking to turn and look at him.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all stared straight at them. "What the hell…" Ron murmered.

"Ha! Didn't I tell you?" Draco Malfoy yelled from his table. "So Mudblood, how were they?"

"Wait, what's going on?" Hermione said confused.

"I mean, who do you like better of the two? Weasel or Pothead? Or maybe both at the same time, if the two knew what was going on. They probably fainted with joy at the though of anyone, even a Mudblood like you, would want to snog them!" The Slytherins howled with laughter. Both Ron and Harry wanted to pounce on the ferret, even though they didn't even know what was going on.

"You guys, come sit with us." Ginny came to the rescue and brought the golden trio to their seats.

"What the hell is going on?" Hermione asked, still totally confused.

"Malfoyspreadarumorthatyouguysfucked." Ginny said quickly.

The three looked at her wide eyed, "WHAT?"

"Malfoy spread a rumor that you three, you know…" Ginny said sheepishly, "fucked."

All three stood up angrily. "WHAT!" Hermione looked infuriated. How dare he do that?

"Hey 'Mione, is it true?" Seamus asked them excitedly as he loaded his plate with food. Ron was about to snap at him but Ginny beat him to it.

"Of COURSE its not true you fucking nitwit. What kind of friend are you to believe a stupid rumor coming from MALFOY?" she snapped at him, causing him to jump with fright.

Seamus looked at his friends' angry faces, "Sorry mates. I just heard it and I just had to ask. I'll pass it around that it's not true, don't worry." He looked down at his food, suddenly not hungry anymore.

"Malfoy. Is. Gonna. Pay." Hermione said angrily.

Ron looked at his steaming best friend, "Boy I'd hate to be Malfoy." Then he grinned thinking of all the things his best friend could do to him. Hermione was pretty bad when it came to getting revenge. He cringed, he should know.

"Just forget about it you guys. Lets face it, who'd actually believe Malfoy? Anyone who does isn't a true friend." Ginny said. Seamus looked guiltily down. "Except for you Seamus." She added comfortingly.

"I'm sorry you guys." Seamus said again.

All three friends softened a bit. "Don't worry about it Seamus." Harry smiled.

"Yeah. Don't worry. Malfoy will pay. Karma's a bitch. And I hope karma gets him so bad, he won't live to get through it." Hermione swore. The friends slowly turned back to normal and overall enjoyed their last day of 6th year.

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"CRUCIO!" A scream came again from a cold dark dungeon in the outskirts of England. The curse hit a pale young man in the middle of the floor. He didn't scream as thousands of knives excelled throughout his body. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry out in pain and scream at them to stop. But he knew that would only encourage it. It would only make them want to hurt him more. His platinum blond hair was caked with blood as he fell limply on the ground when the spell was released.

"Now, Draco. You will not refuse again. Join me. Do not become a traitor to your blood! You know what happens to them." A cold, dark voice seemed to slither through the darkness.

Draco Malfoy lay numbly on the floor. He was weak. Just kill me already. I have no reason to live.

A cold laugh came through the darkness. "You want me to kill you?" He laughed again. "You want the pain to stop? AW POOR DRACO!" he laughed coldly at the young Slytherin. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Draco shut his eyes, preparing himself for the impact of the spell, but it never hit him. A cry came from the crowd of Death Eaters as a member of theirs fell lifelessly to the ground.

"NARCISSA!"

The caster quickly pointed his wand to him. "Do not move Lucius. You touch her and you both die. That was for your son's imprudence. If you want someone to blame, blame your son."

Lucius Malfoy turned his ice cold glare toward his son. Draco glared straight back at him. I would never care for anyone who loves the dark lord more than his own son.

"So Draco." The dark lord returned his gaze back to the young adult. "I will ask you again. Join me. Do not refuse your fate!"

The blond looked up and around. He was surrounded by death eaters. He couldn't even tell who was who, aside from his own parents. He was in the center, with a small ray of light shining on him. Even though it wasn't much, the light blinded his eyes, for he had been used to the dark for so long. Why shouldn't he join? His head was egging him on. He shook it off. Those were just His thoughts. They weren't his. They weren't Draco's.

"Never."

"THEN SUFFER THE CONCEQUENCES!" Lucius roared in anger. "AVADA---"

"WAIT!" Voldemort ordered. Lucius stopped in midair of his spell. The dark lord turned and looked evilly at Draco. "Let's play a game." He grinned. It wasn't even a nice grin. Draco turned away and shivered. He knew something horrible was coming.

"Draco. I'm going to let you go." He smiled. His eyes glistened with ideas.

"But my lord—" a voice began.

"SILENCE!" he turned to the voice. "You do not speak when I am speaking, UNDERSTAND LESTRANGE?"

"Yes my lord." The voice quivered back into the darkness.

"Now Draco. Here's the fun part. I'll give you five minutes to get as far away from here as possible. Then after five minutes, we will all come after you and hunt you down until you die a painful and horrible death. Sounds fun?" he said. Draco thought it sounded as fun as having a tea party with a basilisk.

"You have five minutes." The dark lord threw him a piece of wood. Draco gathered all his strength to get up and pick up his wand. He almost fell over trying to stand up. The death eaters laughed mockingly at him.

"Hurry up Draco. Time is running out." He sneered.

Draco pushed his way out of the crowd. Why am I even trying? They're going to come and kill me off anyways. He stumbled out of the dungeon to hear Voldemort scream out "TWO MINUTES!"

Draco ran. He gathered all his energy and ignored the fact that he must have had at least three broken bones in his body. This isn't my fate. I'm not meant to die here. Draco suddenly felt good, as if there was a burst of energy in him. I've got to stop him somehow. He ran so fast. He didn't know where he was going, but somehow, he did know. There was a warm energy coming from somewhere. It wasn't a great plan, but he somehow knew he had to follow it. He knew his five minutes were past done. He heard someone coming behind him.

"CRUCIO!" Bellatrix sent the hex hurling towards Draco. He narrowly escaped it.

"STUPIFY!" he quickly said, throwing Bellatrix into unconsciousness.

He then jumped over a log and again, narrowly escapes another spell thrown at him. He sends more spells behind him as he ran towards the direction of the interesting aurora. All of a sudden Draco could hear nobody behind him. Nobody was coming after him. But at that moment, he didn't care anymore. He just cared about getting away.

Slowly his energy was running out. No… just a little further. He came upon the doorstep of a house. He knocked on the door, not knowing what he was doing.

A brown haired teenager opened the door, wide-eyed, "Malfoy?"

Draco looked up at her in a blur, "Her—mione…" And he collapsed in her arms.

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Meanwhile… miles away…

"He got away my lord." A cold voice said.

"Yeah. That bastard gave me a headache." A female voice spoke.

"Do we go after him?" another voice asked.

"No, leave him. He's no threat to us. Plus, he might help a bit to our cause." The dark lord said coolly. "Now… where is his father? I have to speak to him and teach him the right way to raise a son." He walked away and the group shivered, silently thanking themselves they weren't Lucius Malfoy.

A/N ;; so whatd you think ? review ! I might even post up the second chapter today. If I feel like it. (: so REVIEW . and maybe ill feel like it (: